Chapter 169: Could He Be Your Biological Son?
The Yin Family's old mansion was as brightly lit as daylight in the grand hall.
On the sofa, Mr. Yin sat stern-faced, his little mustache twitching with anger.
Seated beside him was Old Madam Yin, cradling Candy, who was pouting her little mouth.
The atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.
The butler, along with the servants, all stood in the corner with bated breath, heads lowered, daring not to look around.
Yin Moran finished seeing off the family doctor, pinched his tired brow, and strode into the room.
Unbuttoning the top button of his collar, he sat down on the sofa. His aura was still as cold as frost.
A servant poured him a glass of water, and he extended his slender hand to take the glass and elegantly took a sip.
The room was dead silent, the air heavy with tension.
Candy broke the silence.
Sliding down from Old Madam Yin's lap, she toddled over to Yin Moran and called out sweetly, "Daddy."